( Europe triggers pain she's been living with for months. Europe. She didn't sign on to the cause that led to her oldest son's death. She'd heard about the British Men of Letters and their efforts to ensnare the hunters years back in the 2010's. It felt like history repeating itself. She didn't trust a glorified civilian. A former guidance counselor. But, her men felt the call. It separated them at first, strained a once happy husband and wife who were already going through their growing pains. The loss of her son broke the camel's back. More than a straw. It was half of her heart.
That he could find solace and make a friend after, well, how couldn't she be happy. Life is about finding your happiness amid the turmoil life brings, especially in a hunting family.
Two calls go out to the hunter network, one, a list she wants no part of, and two, a ceasefire. She'd heard Monroe's hunters had disbanded. She heard a few weeks later Monroe's body had been burned along with a few others. Everything had burned in New Orleans. She knew Cooper was a survivor and hoped that losing his brother was a wake up call he needed.
Not that she was perfect. Not that she did her part as a parent. Grief is a funny, shitty, world-altering thing. She drowned in it for days. And then a job came up. And another. And another.
He says apparently like he didn't know his son was overseas where he didn't belong. Where his world didn't crash down.
Worlds can be rebuilt.
This is a hard conversation, and instead of talking around him, she places a call to her son, hopeful he'll answer. )
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That he could find solace and make a friend after, well, how couldn't she be happy. Life is about finding your happiness amid the turmoil life brings, especially in a hunting family.
Two calls go out to the hunter network, one, a list she wants no part of, and two, a ceasefire. She'd heard Monroe's hunters had disbanded. She heard a few weeks later Monroe's body had been burned along with a few others. Everything had burned in New Orleans. She knew Cooper was a survivor and hoped that losing his brother was a wake up call he needed.
Not that she was perfect. Not that she did her part as a parent. Grief is a funny, shitty, world-altering thing. She drowned in it for days. And then a job came up. And another. And another.
He says apparently like he didn't know his son was overseas where he didn't belong. Where his world didn't crash down.
Worlds can be rebuilt.
This is a hard conversation, and instead of talking around him, she places a call to her son, hopeful he'll answer. )